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ENTERED ACCORDING TO ACT OP CONGRESS, IN THE YEAR 1835 ? BY SAMUEL G. GOODRICH*
IN THE DISTRICT CLERK'S OFFICE OF MASSACHUSETTS.
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The ant crawls.
The bird flies.
The cat jumps.
The deer runs.
The elk is tall.
The fish has a tail
The oak is a tree.
The pig runs fast.
The quill is good.
The bear has four legs.
The seal is oik a rock.
The toad is in his IM>le.
The duck is in the
The vase has a plant
The wren is on a
The fox has a goose.
The boy runs fast.
Zee is in a book.
This dog stands still.
He has four legs.
This dog runs fast
He is a good dog.
Phis dog jumps. He
barks at the pigs.
This cat climbs
tree. She ^
catch a bird.
This cat jumps. She
tries to catch a
This cat plays with a
ball. She is a good
This horse eats hay;
the hay is on the
This horse trots
He has four feet,
a long tail.
This cow eats grass; she
loves the grass, for it is
This cow stands in
pond. Her feet will get
This cow has a calf. She
loves her calf, and will
not let you hurt it.
The hen eats the corn,
picks up the corn
her bill. .
The hen is in the coop ;
she would be glad to get
The lamb is on a rock; he
will jump off. He will
not get hurt.
The boys rim fast.
They both run
as fast as they
The two boys go to
school. One boy
has a bag with
books in it.
The two boys sit
on the ground and
play. They love
The dog has got the
boy's hat in his
The boy has a bird
on his hand,
bird tries to talk.
The hen has six chick-
ens ; she shows
them how to eat.
The cow stands still,
and the sheep lies
down by her side.
The two lambs are
How they scamper
The dog is barking
at the sheep. But
the sheep will not
let the dog hurt her
The two geese are by
the river, and the
goslings swim in
The goose has four
goslings. The gos-
lings swim in the
PARLEY'S PRIME R.
The kittens are playing in the parlor. They are
pretty creatures, with soft fur and paws like velvet.
But in these soft paws there are sharp nails, and if
you hurt one of these kittens, she will scratch you.
By and by the kittens will be cats ; then they will
catch mice, "and eat them.
Cats can climb trees, and they will not fall off.
They love to walk in the fields, where no one can see
Cats can see in the dark. They go out. at night
and catch birds.
THE TAME RABBIT.
The boy has a tame rabbit. The rabbit's name
is Bun : he feeds on clover and sweet apples.
He is very timid, and will not bite. If a dog
comes near, he runs away as fast as his legs can
Bun has a sober face, but he loves a frolic at night;
when all the girls and boys are asleep, and the moon
is shining bright, he steals out into the field, and has a
real game of romps, with the other rabbits.
Some rabbits are tame, and some are wild. The
wild rabbits will run away when they see you.
30 PARLEY'S PRIMER.
THINGS TO REMEMBER.
L Always keep your hands and face clean.
2. Wash your hands before you eat
3. Do not eat in a greedy manner like a pig.
4. Never slam the doors; go quietly up and down
stairs ; never make a loud noise in the house.
5. Avoid three things, a pouting face, angry looks,
and angry words.
6. Be kind to your brothers and sisters.
7. Do as your parents bid you, always. Do no-
thing that your parents would dislike.
8. Never hurt a bird, or a dog, or a hen, or a goose,
or a frog, or a toad, if you can help it.
9. Be kind and gentle to all living things.
10. Remember that God made all creatures to be
happy ; and do not you prevent their being so, with-
out good reason for it.
HOW TO COUNT
Do you know how to count? Begin.
How many fingers have you on one hand 1
How many fingers on both hands 1
How many ears has a cat?
How many feet has a dog?
How many legs has a chair ?
How many legs have two chairs 1
How many legs have two hens 1
How many legs have three geese ?
OF NUMBERS AND. FIGURES
What number is this, 5 ? —
this, 4?— this, 3 ?— t
6l-~this, 7 ?-
-this, 2 ? — this, 8
? — -this, 9 ? — this, 1
James, it is now morning. The sun is just peep-
ing over the hills in the east. Get up, get up, my boy, .
for the sun has just risen !
I hope you have said your prayers, and thanked
your Father in Heaven for all his goodness. I hope
you have thanked him for your good health, and the
blessings of a home, of kind parents, of tender friends,
of pleasant books, and all your other enjoyments.
Never forget, before you leave your room, to thank
God for his kindness. He is indeed kinder to us than
any earthly parent.
Let us now go out of doors. How beautifully the
sun shines upon the hills ! How glorious a thing is
the sun, and how much like that Being who dwells
in the Heavens, sending down his mercies upon
mankind, as the sun sheds its light and its warmth
upon the world!
THINGS TO REMEMBER DURING
1. Never tell a lie ; never deceive.
2. Do every thing your parents have told you to
do, with a pleasant face.
3. Never do any thing you fear to tell your parents
you have done.
4. Do nothing that you wish to hide from God;
for if you wish to hide it ever so much, He knows
5. Hurt no living thing if you can avoid it, not even
a fly. Do not torment geese, pigs, ducks, or other
creatures, by throwirig stones at them.
'T is morning now, the cock is crowing,
The men are in the meadow mowing,
The sparkling dew is on the ground,
And birds are singing all around.
The bustling wren with noisy throat
Sends on the breeze his twittering note ;
The gentle blue-bird glances by,
The swallow seeks the buzzing fly,
The busy robin builds her nest,
The meadow lark, with yellow crest.
Amid the dewy grass is stealing,
The crow is o'er the mountain wheeling;
The mist is rising from the lake,
So, girls and boys, wake, awake !
PARLEY'S PRIMER, 37
It is evening. The sun is setting behind the
mountains, and the shadows begin to darken in the
The birds have ceased to sing, except a lonely
robin or a thrush, that sits upon the top of a tree, and
sings a plaintive hymn.
The farmer has left the field and is going to his
happy home ; the bee is silent in the hive, the buzzing
insects are still, and the fowls of the barn-yard, who, a
little while since, were filling the air with their cackle,
are now heard no more.
All around us seems to seek repose, and the very
hjlk^nd valleys appear to be sinking into gentle sleep.
We too must soon retire to our pillows ; but before we
close our eyes, let us lift up our hearts in adoration of
that Great Being who never sleeps, but watches over
us, as the shepherd watches over his flock.
Let us ask his forgiveness for our faults, and his aid
to avoid every sin. Let us seek his friendship, and
ask him to assist us in being kind and amiable to our
brothers and sisters, and companions ; in being gentle
and humane to every living thing ; in obedience and love
to our parents ; in respect to the aged ; in kindness to
the sick and unfortunate, and in charity to the poor.
Above all, let us ask him to fill our hearts with love
for him; to inspire us with a love of every thing that is
good; with a dislike of every thing that is evil. Let
us ask him to make us love to tell the truth, and be
ashamed to tell a lie.
Let us ask him to watch over us in our sleep when
darkness is around us, and none but he is awake to
keep us from evil.
Having done this we may safely resign ourselve^Jto
sleep, in the full confidence that whatever may happen,
God is our protector and friend.
THINGS TO THINK OF AT NIGHT.
1. If you have done any thing during the day
that is wrong, ask forgiveness of God and your pa-
2. Remember that you should learn some good
thing every day ; if you have learnt nothing all day,
that day is lost.
3. If any one has done you wrong, before you go to
sleep, forgive him in your heart.
4. Do not go to sleep with hatred in your heart
toward any one.
5. If you have spoken unkind words to a brother or
sister, go and ask forgiveness.
6. If you have disobeyed your parents, go and con-
7. Ask God s to aid you always to do good, and avoid
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PARLEY'S PRIMER. 41
I dearly love the hill- side,
That toward the sun is sloping,
At morning or at even-tide,
When merry or when moping.
I love that sloping hill- side,
For there, in pleasant weather,
The kittens play their seek and hide,
And romp about together.
And there the little lambs meet
With honest little faces,
The grass beneath their nimble feet,
They run their merry races.
But more I love the hill-side,
That, with my little brother,
We often on our sleds did slide
In joy with one another.
And, Oh ! I love that hill-side,
For there the boy is sleeping,
And there at quiet even-tide
My mother oft is weeping.
And yet she loves the hill- side,
And kisses me so cheerly
When there we meet at even-tide —
I love, I love it dearly !
Spring begins with March, and includes March,
, April and May. March is a cold month, but in April
the weather grows milder, and in May the soft, warm
showers call up the sleeping plants, and they put forth
their bright flowers.
The apple trees, the peach trees, the pear trees,
the plum trees, are all in bloom, and the very air is
full of their fragrance.
The snow is gone from the mountains and the
valleys ; the bright full streams go laughing down the
hill- sides, and the merry birds sing and flutter amidst
What a happy season is spring ! How glad is the
face of every thing ! The hills resume their gay attire ;
the woods put on their leaves; the insects buzz joy-
ously in the breeze, and the merry school-boy's shout
is heard from hill to hill.
The farmer now begins to plough the ground, and
prepare it to plant the' corn, and sow the wheat, rye,
The gardeners dig up the earth, and plant potatoes,"
and sow beets, carrots, lettuce, and other things.
How pleasant it is to work in the garden ! How de-
lightful to prune the trees and shrubs !
How nice is the milk which the cows afford, now
thaf they feed on the fresh grass !
TO A VIOLET IN SPRING.
Little flower ! I love to meet
Thee peeping from thy grassy bed,
For thou tell'st of winter fled,
And thy breath is very sweet.
Thou tell'st of Spring and blooming roses,
Of leafy trees where birds are singing,
Of valleys where the morn comes ringing,
Or where the silent noon reposes.
So, little flower, go with me now,
To one I love the dearest, best,
One who, with youth and beauty blest,
Brings hopes and thoughts as- bright as thou.
understood encircled swallowing
I will now tell you a little story called a fable,
which will teach *you that it is best to obey your
parents, who are much wiser than you. I do not
mean that it is all true ; it is only a fancy tale ; but
you will see that there is a true meaning in it.
In the winter, the fishes live in the brooks and
rivers, but they are so cold as to be hardly able to
move. When Spring comes, and the ice melts, and
the water grows warm, they feel very happy. They
then glide and shoot through the clear water, and play
with each other in a merry fashion.
, Well, in a nice, bright little pond, there once lived a
family of fishes, called trouts. The pond was on a
mountain, and it was so encircled by rocks and trees,
that no fisherman ever came there with his cruel hook.
So all the fishes were quite safe, and most of them
were contented and happy.
But at length, one of the fishes began to think that
he was wiser than any body else, and declared that he
would leave this miserable little pond, and go and see
the big ponds and rivers, which he understood were to
be found near by.
Now his father and mother told this conceited trout
that he was very well off in his native pond, and that
if he left it he might get into trouble. They told him
of the cataracts over which he might be dashed in
pieces, and of the big fishes that might devour him if
he left his home.
But all this had no effect. The little trout stole
away one dark night, and swimming to the outlet of
the pond, he was carried by a swift current over some
rocks, till at length he found himself in a large, fine
It was now a bright morning, and the trout began
to shoot and glance about in great delight. " What
a pair of old musty fools my parents are," said he to
himself, " to stay in that little mountain brook, and to
think ofkeeping me there too."
While he was saying this, he saw a worm come
whirling down by him, attached to a string. " Ah ha,"
said master trout, " this is a fine country indeed. Not
only is the water very clear, but people bring the
worms to our very mouths. Oh ! delicious worm!
what a fine breakfast you will make me !"
So saying, he dashed at the worm, seized him in
his mouth, and was on the point of swallowing him,
when he was jerked out of the water, and in an instant
was caught by the fisherman.
The poor fish flounced and jumped and tried to get
away, but in vain. He now thought of his parents and
their good advice, and wished with all his heart that he
had never disobeyed them.
But it was of no use now ; his repentance was too
late. He struggled for a little time, and then he died.
He was then taken to the fisherman's house, and being
fried in fat, was eaten up, and there was the end of this
I hope none of my readers will, like this fish, diso-
bey their parents. They may be sure that their parents
know best what is good for them, and it is always
safest to take their advice.
I know it sometimes seems very pleasant to children
to do as they please. But let me tell you of a fly, who
wished to do as he pleased.
He wanted to go into a bottle that had molasses in
it. His mother told him not to go. But he chose tc
do as he pleased.
So the little fly went in. Pretty soon his legs got
stuck in the molasses ; unable to get out, he died in
52 FARLEY'S PRIMER.
It is now Summer. The Summer begins with
June, the most lovely month of the year. It includes
June, July and August.
How warm it is in Summer, and how pleasant to see
the men mow the grass ! How sweet is the smell of
the new-mown hay !
It is truly a delightful season. In the morning, the
grass and bushes and flowers are sparkling with dew,
and the birds are busy on every tree : some are taking
care of their eggs, and some are feeding their young
They all seem too busy to play ; they are engaged
in cares of too much importance. How happy are
these innocent creatures in thus attending to their
I hope none of my readers will ever disturb any of
these pleasant little folks in their cheerful occupations.
I hope none of them will ever rob their nests of the
eggs, or carry off the young birds.
It is much pleasanter to let them alone, and watch
their labors ; to see the robin, with its red breast and
its yellow beak, hopping amidst the grass, in search of
Look at the swallow gliding hither and thither, with
an untiring wing, in pursuit of flies. See the wren as
he catches a bug, and hies home with it to feed his
young ones, who dwell in the hollow of a post near the
If we will watch the birds in this way, we may de-
rive far more pleasure from them, than we can by
stealing their eggs, or plundering them of their young
THINGS TO REMEMBER AT TABLE.
1. Never take salt with your knife ; take it with the
2. Put your food into your mouth with your fork,
and not with your knife.
3. Eat quietly, without noise, and not ravenously,
like a dog.
4. Do not take meat with your own fork ; ask some
one to help you.
5. Take butter with the butter knife, and not with
your own knife.
6. Do at the table as well-bred people do.
7. Never talk loud at table.
8. When a person helps you to any thing, say, thank
THE BOY AND BEE.
A little boy, one Summer day,
Went out among the flowers to play,
And there he met a little bee,
And thus he spoke, — " Come, play with me:
Come, pretty insect, for an hour,
And let us roam from flower to flower ;
We '11 seek the rose and lilies light,
And roam among the daisies white,
And thus, my pretty bee, we '11 play
The merry summer morn away."
But thus the bee replied, — " My boy,
I must not so my time employ.
From morn to night, each busy hour,
I roam about from flower to flower,
And gather honey soft and swee^
And store it with my little feet
I store it safely in the cell,
And my nice work, I do it well ;
For soon the winter's blast will blow,
And wrap the meadows all in snow,
And when the fragrant flowers are dead
How shall the little bee be fed ?
But for the honey in his cell,
The bee would die, and so farewell,;
Go seek some bug or butterfly,
For I must be at work — good bye !"
The bee thus spoke and buzzed away,
And thus the little boy did say —
" If this poor insect lives so well,
And wisely stores his little cell,
Shall I be idle all the day,
And waste my summer hours in play ?
No, no ; I '11 go and get my book,
And on its pleasant pages look.
I '11 learn to read, and learn to spell,
And store my mind as bees their cell ;
In life's sweet summer I will lay
Up stores against a winter day,
And now that life is full of flowers,
I '11 gather sweets for future hours."
THINGS TO REMEMBER.
1. When you read a book, try to learn something
good from it.
2. When you go to school, obey the teacher.
3. When your parents send you of an errand, go
and return quickly.
4. Never tell a wrong story, and then say it was
only make believe.
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The Autumn comes after the Summer. It con-
sists of three months, September, October, and No-
The fruits are now ripe, and the farmer is gathering
in his corn, his potatoes, his apples for the winter, his
oats, his carrots and his turnips.
These he stows away in the barn and cellar, so that
he and his cattle may have plenty to eat during the
long winter that is coming.
The nights now begin to be cold, and the white
frost kills the grass and the flowers. It falls upon the
green leaves of the forest, turning some of them yellow,
some red, some brown, and some purple.
How bright, varied and beautiful are the forest trees
in October! But soon, the chill winds come with
driving rain ; the leaves are sent whirling to the ground;
and the trees, lately so fair and green, are desolate and
bare. The wind sighs between them, and they seem
to whisper to each other in sad and mournful tones.
But still the Autumn is pleasing. It is very pleasant,
on a fair day in November, to take a stroll through a
forest, and pick up the nuts that lie scattered on the
It is pleasant to take Dash, or Pincher, or Tray with
you, and see him bark at the squirrels that hide amidst
the stones, or chatter from the limbs of the trees.
And, finally, Autumn is pleasant when it brings with
it Thanksgiving day ; a day when all, the poor as well
as the rich, are supplied with poultry and pumpkin
pies, and when every heart rises m thanks to God for
the plenty with which he has blessed them.
TO A BIRD IN AUTUMN.
A LITTLE GIRL SPEAKS TO THE BIRD.
Little bird, do n't go away !
Little bird, I prithee stay !
Stay and make my bosom glad,
Stay and do not make me sad.
I love thy little song at night,
I love it with the morning light ;
So, little bird, I prithee stay,
And do not, do not go away !
62 PARLEY'S PRIMER.
Little miss, I hear the wail
Of winter in the northern gale,
I hear it moaning in the trees,
I feel it in the chilling breeze.
Soon the sleet and frosty snow
Its mantle o'er the hills will throw,
And I in vain shall seek to find
My food, or shelter from the wind.
So I, my little friend, must fly
To save my life — good bye, good bye !
THINGS TO REMEMBER.
1. Never speak to any one in an angry and harsh
2. Do not say, I won't ! I sha' n't !
3. Never strike your little brothers, or sisters, or
PARLE Y'S PK1MEK.
SONG OF AUTUMN.
Oh mother, mother, tell me why
The leaves all dead and scattered lie ;
Why are the fragrant lilies dead ?
Why are the pinks and daisies fled ?
Why is the grass, so lately green,
Now drooping, brown and withered seen?
Why have the birds all flown away,
And left the woods so lone and grey?
Why have the forest walks a sound
So strange and hollow all around ?
Why do the hills, that gave me gladness,
Speak to my heart a secret sadness ?
I '11 tell you, child — the summer flies,
And its soft winds forsake the skies.
A stealing dullness comes at night,
And o'er the valley throws its blight ;
The pale frost falls when all are sleeping,
Kisses the flowers, and leaves them weeping,
They droop and on the morrow die ;
The dead leaves on the cold winds fly ;
The gay birds feel the coming gale,
And leave the enchanted hill and vale—
They seek another clime, and leave
Thy little heart a while to grieve :
But be not sad — the winter o'er,
The smiling spring will come once more,
And, decked in flowers, the hill and plain
Ring with the birds' sweet lays again.
THINGS TO REMEMBER AT CHURCH.
1. Sit quietly, and speak to no one, but when neces-
2. Listen to the Preacher, and remember what he
3. Listen to the prayers, and pray with others.
4. Listen to the hymns, and remember the words
as well as you can.
THE SPIDER, A FABLE.
A spider had made himself a nice dwelling in the
corner of a room, but a woman, who was very neat,
came along with a broom and swept the web away in
an instant. The spider tumbled to the floor, and in
fear of being killed, hid himself behind a trunk.
After a while he crept forth, and finding the window
open, escaped. He soon came to a place in the grass,
where he found a young spider with a web all neatly
woven to the ground ; so he, being very strong, turned
out the young spider, and took possession of his dwell-
Now this reminds me of some little boys and girls,
who snatch things away from those who are younger
than themselves, and thus take what is not their own.
Such children are like the wicked old spider I have
been speaking of.
Once, on a chill November day,
Two robins sat upon a spray ;
And thus the old one spoke,—" 'T is time,
My child, to seek a milder clime,
For soon the wintry winds will blow,
And these fair lands be wrapped in snow ;
Then we should seek o'er hill and plain
For worms and insects all in vain.
To-morrow, then, at dawn of day,
We '11 start, my child, and be away ;
We '11 go to some fair southern scene.
Where the soft hills are ever green ;
Where winter, with its chilling breath,
Ne'er comes to strew the fields with death;
And there we '11 joyous feast and sing,
Till winter 's past, and laughing spring
Returns and strews with flowers the plain,
And calls us to these woods again."
Thus spoke the elder bird ; the other
First jerked his tail; then to his mother
He pertly said, " Well, you may go,
But I will stay and risk the snow ;
I fear no winter's frosty gale,
No driving sleet, or clattering hail ;
Beside, I love the hill, the dell,
The plain, the valley, all too well —
I cannot leave them, so adieu."
And thus away the robin flew.
But, Oh ! how soon the silly bird
Repented that he had not heard,
And listened to his mother's tale ;
For soon the winter's bitter gale
Came roaring on with sleet and snow,
And the poor robin, faint and low,
Unfriended, famished and alone,
Sat shivering on a -cold grey stone.
A prowling owl came hovering near,—
The robin's heart beat quick with fear;
But his light wing, which once could rise
On the blue air, and win the skies,
Was stiff and cold ; and though he tried,
In vain his fluttering pinions plied, —
He fell upon the ground, and there
The hungry owl did pick him bare.
70 PARLEY'S PRIMER.
There are three winter months, December, Janu-
ary and February ; the weather is cold in winter, and
in some parts of the country the snow is very deep.
The birds are now gone from the trees ; the leaves,
and the grass, and the flowers are dead ; the rivers are
covered with ice, and the air is so cold that it seems to
bite the nose and fingers as if it had teeth.
But still, it is pleasant to glide over the snow in a
sled or sleigh, and at night it is pleasant to sit by* a
bright fire and eat nuts and hear some person tell stories.
Shall I tell you a story of a winter night 1 I suppose
you will say yes ; so, after a spelling lesson, you shall
have the story.
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72 PARLEY'S PRIMER.
A WINTER STORY.
Many years ago, there was a farmer who lived in a
valley between two mountains. The place was wild
and solitary, and in winter few persons travelled that
It was on a winter night that what I am going to
relate occurred. The. ground was covered with snow,
and the roads were buried in the deep drifts, so that it
was hardly possible for a sleigh or even a horse to get
The weather was exceedingly cold and stormy ; but
the farmer had plenty of oak and hickory wood, and
heaping a great quantity upon the fire, he and his family
were quite happy by the bright blaze.
They sat around the fire, some of them cracking nuts,
others eating apples, and others listening to a story,
which the farmer was telling of his eldest son.
The story was this: — When this son was about ten
years old, he was at work in the valley by his father's
side. Near them was a group of bushes, in which
some Indians lay concealed.
The farmer did not see these Indians, till, suddenly
springing from the copse, they seized the boy, and
hastily fled with him into the woods. The father pur-
sued, but he could not find either the Indians or his
Several years had now passed away, and all hopes
of his return had fled. Often and often had the father
and mother sighed over the loss of their boy, and often
had the brothers and sisters wept at his unhappy story.
Still, it was pleasant to talk of him, and the poor
farmer was frequently heard to tell the story, painful as
it might seem, to the children.
The story had just now been told for the hundredth
time, and the cheeks of the boys and girls were yet
wet, when the howling of a dog was heard at the door.
The sound was strange and unexpected, and each
member of the family looked round, with a gaze of
surprise and expectation.
The farmer however went to the door. He there
found a large, shaggy dog, covered with snow and frost,
for the night, as I have said, was cold, and exceedingly
stormy. He told the dog to come in, but he would not
enter ; he only howled and looked piteously towards
the woods, as if beseeching the farmer to go in that
The good man began to fear that some one was in
distress, and as the dog continued to howl, and would
run a little toward the wood, and then return with a
fawning and piteous look, he had no doubt that his
fears were well founded.
He immediately determined to follow the dog, and
wrapping himself in a wolf-skin coat, he went forth.
The wind roared through the trees, and the snow came
pouring over the tops of the mountains in innumerable
flakes, but the kind heart of the farmer did not shrink
from his duty.
The dog led the way, and the farmer followed. The
snow was so deep, and the way through the wood so
rugged, that they did not proceed very fast. They
went on however for nearly an hour.
At length, they came to a cave in a rock, and the dog
entered. The farmer hesitated, but getting on his
hands and knees, he went into the cave. It was so dark
that he could see nothing, but he heard some one groan.
He proceeded to' the place where the sound came
from, and found there a human being. He spoke, but
no one answered. He attempted to raise the person
upon his feet, but found that he could not stand.
He then determined to carry him to his house. The
farmer was a strong man ; so, taking the person on
his shoulder, he forced his way through the deep snow
to his house.
He now discovered that it was a young man, bruised
as if by a fall, and faint from the loss of blood. The
farmer's wife did every thing she could, but it was a
long time before the poor youth could speak.
When he did speak, his voice sounded familiar to
the ears of all. " Surely," said the farmer, "I have
heard that voice before."
The idea now came into the mind of the farmer's
wife, that it was her son. She looked eagerly in the face
of the young man, and exclaimed, "My son, my son!"
It was really her son, and he was soon able to tell
his story. It appeared that he had been carried into
captivity by the Indians, and after suffering many hard-
ships, had escaped.
He had wandered several days in the woods, when
by chance he fell from a rock, and was badly bruised.
He was only able to crawl into the cave, where he was
rescued by his father.
THE LAMBS, CATS AND DOGS.
Come, little Henry, come and see
- The lambs that yonder run :
They skip and scamper merrily,
And have a deal of fun.
Now look at yonder dog and cat,
And see them snarl and snap :
Each looks as surly as a rat
That's got into a trap.
And why the little lambs so gay,
So happy on the hill ?— -
Because they 're gentle in their play,
And love each other well.
And why the cat and dog so sad,
So wretched and so grey 1 —
Their tempers, they are very bad,
They 'd rather fight than play.
And now, my little Henry, hear, —
Would you be glad and gay,
Like lambs, be ever kind, my dear,
To all who with you play.
And do not, like a dog or cat,
Be spiteful to another —
Let children all be kind, and that
Will make them love each other.
|#TTLE GIRL WHO LOST HER BIRD.
bird is dead,
^ Aiid Nancy Ray,
My" bird is dead,
I cannot play.
■RVSang so sweetly,
p- Every day,
P|e sings no more,
I cannot play.
Go put his cage
Far, far away,
I do not love
His cage to day.
She wiped her eyes,
Poor Nancy Ray,
And sat and sighed,
But could not play.
The sun rises in the east. The sun sets in the
west. When the sun rises it is morning. When the
sun sets it is evening.
The sun makes it warm by day, and thus it causes
the flowers, plants and trees to grow. If the sun did
not shine there would be no plants, or trees, or flowers ;
the earth would become frozen, and all men and ani-
mals would die.
In summer, the sun is nearly over our heads, and this
is the reason that it is then so hot. In winter the sun
is far to the south, and low down, and therefore it be-
comes cold; the streams are frozen, the leaves fall
from the trees, and the snow covers the earth. But
although it is cold out of doors, we build good fires, and
thus are comfortable and happy.
The moon shines at night. Sometimes it is bent
like a bow, and sometimes it is round. When is quite
round it is called the full moon.
The moon does not shed as much light as the sun ;
but it gives a mild and beautiful light, and thus often
renders the night very pleasant, which otherwise would
be dark and gloomy.
In summer it is delightful to walk forth by moonlight.
The air then is soft, yet refreshing; the winds play gently
amidst the trees and shrubs. The little streams, as
they flow on, catch the beams of the moon, and seem
to toss them about, as children play with little toys.
All around is still, so that you can hear the slightest
noise. The shivering of the leaves seems like the
whispers of people near; the sighing of the winds in
the grass appears like the voice of some one flying un-
seen through the air.
The notes of a flute at a distance come to the ear
with wonderful clearness; the rumbling of a wagon
afar off sounds near at hand ; and the baying of the
watch dog on the distant hill seems as if it was at the
And how beautiful are the trees in the moonlight.
Every thing that is unpleasing is hidden by the dark-
ness, and only that which is lovely comes to view.
Thus, all that we see, all that we hear> all that we feel*
brings us pleasure in the serene moonlight.
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And how the sense of smell is regaled with the fra-
grance of flowers, and the sweet scent of the new-mown
hay, at this delightful season ! I hope my little readers
will think of these things, and go forth, and see if they
are not true ; and when they find them to be so, I hope
they will look up in thanksgiving to Him who has sent
them, amid a thousand other blessings, the pleasures
of the summer moonlight evening.
What child is there, that has never looked up with
wonder at the stars ! I once knew a little boy, who,
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after looking at them for a long time, went to his mother
and said :
"Mother, you call these bright things in the sky,
stars; but I think that is not the right name for them."
" Well, my child," said his mother, " what do you
think they are?"
« Why, I think they are God's candles," said the boy.
And this idea is at once natural and beautiful. They
indeed seem like lamps, set in the magnificent Hall of
the Creator, to show forth its grandeur, and call upon
the universe to worship Him who sitteth upon the
throne, for ever and ever.
But whatever the stars may seem to be, we have
reason to suppose that they are worlds, inhabited, like
this earth, by countless multitudes of living beings.
How wonderful then are these shining orbs, and how
great must He be, who in wisdom and goodness has
made them all ! Let us look up to him with adoration,
and indulge in the hope, that when we leave this earth,
he will take us to heaven, where we may study the stars,
and learn all the glorious things that God has done.
I have told you about counting at page 31. I will
now tell you about figures.
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If you look about, you will see various living things,
called animals. Some live on the ground, others fly
into the air, and others dwell in the waters.
Dogs, cats, cows, horses, sheep, bears, lions, ele~
phants, and many others, have four legs, and all ani-
mals which have four legs are called quadrupeds.
Now can you tell me whether a rabbit is a quadru-
ped or not ? And is a rat, or a mouse, a quadruped 1
Is a kitten a quadruped ?
Birds have feathers, and almost all of them can fly.
Some of them fly so easily, that they seem to live a
great part of the time in the air. They are generally
very beautiful, and most of them are very innocent
Little creatures like bees, bugs, flies, and butterflies,
are called insects. They are small, and some of
them live but a short time. In winter most of
them die, and the rest creep into holes, and sleep till
Fishes inhabit the waters. Some fishes are only as
big as a pin's point, while others are as big as a wind-
BY MRS. HALE.
If ever I see
On bush or tree,
Young birds in their pretty nest
I must not in my play
Steal the birds away,
To grieve their mother's breast.
My mother I know
Would sorrow so,
Should I be stolen away ;
So I '11 speak to the birds,
In my sweetest words,
Nor hurt them in my play.
And when they can fly
In the bright blue sky,
They '11 warble a song to me ;
And then if I am sad
It will make me glad,
To think they are happy and free.
MORE ABOUT FIGURES
One hundred and one 101
One hundred and two ,102
One hundred and three 103
One hundred and four 104
One hundred and five 105
One hundred and six 106
One hundred and seven 107
One hundred and eight 108
One hundred and nine 109
One hundred and ten 110
One hundred and eleven 111
One hundred and twelve 112
One hundred and thirteen 113
One hundred and fourteen 114
One hundred and fifteen 115
One hundred and sixteen 116
One hundred and seventeen 117
One hundred and eighteen 118
One hundred and nineteen 1 19
One hundred and twenty 120
One hundred and twenty-one 121
One hundred and twenty- two 122
One hundred and twenty - three 123
One hundred and twenty-four 124
One hundred and twenty-five 125
One hundred and twenty-six 126
One hundred and twenty-seven 127
One hundred and twenty-eight 128
One hundred and twenty-nine . 129
One hundred and thirty 130
One hundred and thirty- one 131
One hundred and thirty- two 132
One hundred and thirty-three 133
One hundred and thirty-four 1 34
One hundred and thirty-five 135
One hundred and thirty-six 136
One hundred and thirty-seven 137
PARLEY'S PRIME R.
Now, my little reader, we have come to the end of '
the book, and I must bid you farewell. I. am an old
man, and may never talk to you again. Before we
part, let me give you a little advice.
You are now a little child ; you are but a few years
old, and have not much knowledge. Therefore, lis-
ten to your parents; they are older than you; they
know better what is good for you. It is wise for you
always to do what they command, and never to do
what they forbid.
There was once a little child sitting on the ground.
A wasp came crawling near. The child put out her
hand to catch the wasp.
The child's mother spoke, and told the child not to
touch the wasp ; " For it has a sharp sting," said she,
" and if you touch it, it will hurt you cruelly."
Now the silly child would not mind its mother. So
' she reached out her hand, and took the wasp , in her
fingers. The insect then run its sting into her thumb,
* and hurt her very much. The child screamed with
pain, and for a long time was in great distress.
Now, you see that this child's mother knew more than
v she did, and if she had taken her mother's advice, she
would have escaped the pain of being stung by a wasp.
I hope my little readers will also remember that
there is a great and good Being in Heaven, to whom
they must pray every night and morning; one who
sees them in all their walks, and in all their ways ; one
who hates a lie, and punishes the deceiver.
j >^e all my little readers will also be kind and gentl.e
Hfe*V. ~-l%,,brothers and sisters, and playfellows. In-
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dulge in no hard words ; be guilty of no ill-natured
tricks ; tell no ill-natured tales. Do to other children
as thev would wish other children to do to them.
. I - hope "my little friends will all learn to read and
spell and write. When their parents or teachers set
them a lesson, I hope they will he patient, and attend
to it well If you are set to learn some lines by heart,
or to get a spelling lesson, study it well, and do not
say it till you know every word and letter.
And now/ my dear reader. Old Peter Parley, who
has made this book for your amusement, wishes you
may be good, wise and happy, and commending you
to God, bids you farewell !